The Pet and the Dreamer

BAM!! The door exploded into the room with the knob landing ruggedly in the drywall.

"Shit, she's early."

Jazz jumped from her chair and ripped off her top before running out towards the living room.

"JAAAZZ WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"I'm right here my lady"

"And where were you?" The woman stood two whole heads taller than jazz and inhaled

sharply. "You know I only let you stay here as long as you obey."

"Yes my lady" Jazz whimpered out a few excuses but none had any effect.

"Now, I've had a long day. Fetch me my bowl."

"Yes my lady."

Jazz kneeled down, undoing her bra as she stooped.

"Good girl"

Jazz's face froze as she felt the dopamine hit her brain. She loved being called a good girl. Her insides turned with excitement and she felt her wetness growing. Her other knee dropped to the floor with a thud as she opened her mouth.

"I'm ready my lady."

"That's my good puppygirl"

The woman gathered up her saliva on the tip of her tongue and let it dangle in the air a moment before sucking it back up. Jazz stared with her eyes glazing. She hadn't seen Mistress this worked up. Her moment was finally here.

"Gimme gimme Mistress pleeease" she whimpered. Licking at the air above her.

The woman smiled, and after a moment of contemplation, spit right in jazz's eye.

"Thank you my lady."

"You're welcome darling"

As the spit dribbled down Jazz's face, Mistress hung her coat on the rack revealing a dress tight enough you could see her full figure. Her curves highlighted by the V cut down the middle and a short skirt. Jazz couldn't contain herself, licking at the spit as it finally reached her lips.

-

Jack held his ear to his apartment door, trying to work out the details of what was happening across the hall. He heard a crash but before opening the door, had to take a quick peak through the peephole.Caitlyn, the woman who lived across from him, had just gotten home but seemed agitated. He was about to step outside when he saw an unfamiliar figure.

A young woman with long blonde hair ran to greet Cait at the door but as soon as she got there, her bra hit the floor and exposed perky pink breasts with the most lickable nipples he'd ever seen.

He could feel the blood move towards his cock and his mouth water. She was perfect, but he knew bursting out into the hall would be a terrible idea. Keeping as quiet as he could, he watched through the peephole and hoped the neighbor's door would stay open a little longer. It

was just then that he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself.

-

Caitlyn stood above her pup, looking down at her pathetic face and bouncy tits. She had been looking forward to this for her whole shift. Picturing Jazz's face pleading up at her with those big watery eyes. Her panties had soaked through and her thighs trembled for the entire drive home. Now she was finally here, and Jazz's ponytail wagged bellow like a golden retriever's tail.

"God, I need this release" she moaned as she placed her pussy on her pup's opened mouth.

Caitlyn's muscles finally relaxed as her bladder pushed out a full Stanley cup's worth of piss into the young girl.

"Mmmm" she groaned as Jazz's chin dribbled with liquid. "You're such a good puppygirl."

Caitlyn didn't care if Jazz spilled, only that she swallowed as much as she could and kept her mouth firm around her Mistress's pussy.

Jazz stared up with wide eyes. Groaning with surprise about the amount of piss pouring down her throat. "

It looks like she's struggling a bit

" Cait thought. Jazz was almost overwhelmed by the stream, Cait bent her knees and rubbed her cunt tighter on her face.

Tonight was going to be good.

-

Jack's cock practically jumped out of his pants. Not only was this mysterious girl one of the hottest he'd ever seen, but she was drinking his neighbor's piss right from her pussy with the door open!?

He grabbed himself through his pants and stared longingly through the peephole. Caitlyn had been a guest in his late night fantasies for months. He always imagined fucking her face down on the floor, making her his personal whore while she begged him for more. Nothing would please him more than a sloppy blowjob from the black haired goddess.

"I guess she's not really the submissive type" he supposed.

-

"Now clean this all up pup."

"Yes my lady."

Jazz stayed kneeling on the ground while her Mistress pulled her skirt back down and walked into the apartment. She could still feel her Mistress's hot piss in her stomach and lining the inside of her mouth. Not to mention the puddle which gathered around her knees.

"Mistress must have really been full today" she smiled to herself.She covered the mess is paper towels and one by one, squeezed them out into her mouth.

In her excitement to grab the paper towels, she forgot to close the door where Cait had burst in. There was something about Cait that left Jazz empty headed and entranced. She couldn't make eye contact without feeling weak in the knees and utterly submissive. She had never felt this with anyone else and in her heart, this was right. Logic flew out the window when Cait was around. Drinking her Mistress's piss pleased her as she loved to think a part of Cait would be preserved in Jazz's own body. But it didn't stop there. Jazz left her care fully in the hands of Cait and showed her gratitude in the form of nonstop sexual stimulation. She licked Cait clean in the bathroom, fingered and ate Cait's pussy to wake her every morning, walked around with remote vibrators in each hole, and generally obeyed every command. She loved this arrangement and hoped she could continue to live like this for much longer than the two weeks she had been here.

"I better hurry this up before Mistress asks why I'm taking so long" she thought. It was just then that she heard a creak.

-

Jack's hand gripped firmly around his cock and his body pressed into the door as tightly as it could, but it wasn't enough. He was as in a dream. As the girl cleaned, Jack's hand followed her every move. Each time she gulped, he pumped his dick in reaction, but time was running out. Before he knew it the door would close and he would be left there wondering if what he saw was real. He couldn't let that happen. He was overcome with lust.

He shoved his dick down his pants and opened the door.

-

Jazz looked up from her puppygirl stance and yelped. Or at least tried to. With a gulp of piss halfway down her throat, she froze made a muffled cry before spitting her Mistresss gift down her chin. Nothing could have prepared her for this. She was too scared to say anything and wondered how she had possibly forgotten to close the apartment door. But it was too late now, she'd been caught half naked on her knees, and found herself eye level with a bulging cock that clearly leaked through the man's sweatpants.

Jazz was a lesbian and always had been. She'd only ever had sex with women and thought nothing was better than biting the tips of a horny girl's nipples and feeling her squirm with pleasure. She'd never seen a hard cock before, except online. Even though the man was fully clothed, Jazz found herself confusedly staring at the bulge and imagining what it might look like underneath.

"uh-um" she sputtered. "I'm sorry?" She managed while trying to collect herself.

"um, I'm Jack" He replied, staring at her body.

The two snapped back into reality simultaneously. Suddenly blushing and turning away from each other.

"Sorry for walking in on you like this" he muttered quietly.

"No, no, it's ok" she heard herself reply.

It was just then that Caitlyn returned, her long black hair washing over her now exposed perfect brown tits. She seemed to glide across the room. Every step was somehow more mesmerizing than the last. Her hips swang in perfect rhythm and symmetry. She was calm and in control.

"Excuse me Jack, I'm sorry my pup has disturbed you, have a good evening." Caitlyn confidently walked between the two and faced Jazz. She bent over slowly, showing off her naked body to the entire hall.

"M-my lady?" Jazz quivered.

With not a word, Cait pinched both of her puppygirl's nipples and lifted her up, making sure to give Jack a full view before standing up herself. With one last wink and a lick of her lips, The door closed and Jack was left alone in the hall, his pants a bit wetter than when he first stepped out.